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SIMULATED UNIVERSE - a heavy lit 22+ discord rp server for honkai star rail

You don't find the device; the device finds you. On your doorstep, in your mailbox, on your bed as you're about to turn in for the night. It is no bigger than the size of an envelope, though perhaps it is a little thicker. The device, with a label stuck to the front of it, is addressed to you.

It lights up when you approach, blinking once, twice, before it begins to unfold. It reveals mechanical arms, and mechanical legs, and finally, the body of a small girl with long hair. She stares impassively ahead, eyes open but glazed over, head drooped to one side. Until, very suddenly, she sparks to life. Gears whir as she adjusts herself to look directly at you.

“... Hello. Potential Research Participant.” The puppet tilts its head as though considering you. “I am Herta, of the Herta Space Station. Perhaps you have heard of me. I'm a busy person so I can't visit in person, so I'll be conducting this preliminary interview through my ranged puppet instead.”

 “My work concerns the Universe and its multitudes of Possibilities. You have been identified as someone who could help me with my research. Maybe. As long as you stay interesting to me.”

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Dalia can't help but smile fondly at the younger girl, stroking her head almost like it was the most natural thing to do. The reason for such an action wasn't really at the forefront of the chief's mind. She had looked like she needed something, and Dalia had just...felt the need to comfort her. Pamper her the tiniest bit.

Not that she wasn't completely embarrassed at first, cheeks flushing at Hecate's wide-eyed reaction, before she lets out a quieted sigh of relief when Hecate starts to enjoy it.

Her question surprises Hecate, though. The Chief thought she might like this. She's never had someone tell her that they'd thought about what she might like. It's strange to her that someone would do this. Still strange. Even though she's known this Chief for a little while, now. Hecate doesn't know if she'll ever get used to it.

But it's not an unpleasant thing, either. She hums, quietly, in acknowledgement.

She doesn't know how long it's appropriate for the Chief to continue to indulge her like this, but she doesn't really want the Chief to stop, either.

Meetings with Councilman Enoch were inevitably boring - the men who invariably occupied these seats all shared the same background (wealthy individuals from traditional Eastside families) and were used to having DisCity at their feet. Eirene knew she was facing certain bias there - a female president of a business conglomerate, and one that did not come from within the confines of the city.

Perhaps another soul would have given up - but the Campbell heiress was made of tougher stuff; unflinching like the diamonds worn on her fingers. The gems glittered under the light of the room as the blonde drummed her digits over the polished wood, itching to return to a chessboard and move pieces in a worthy use of her time instead of that mockery of her intelligence.

But perhaps that visit had not served only for empty pleasantries while seeking to further establish their connection (a very much needed one if Eirene ever hoped to set foot in the Syndicate, even if indirectly); a curious sound went off while they were there, and an aide to the politician walked into the room shortly after the beeping noise was suspended.

Intrigued, the woman leaned forward in her seat - she couldn't make out the whispered words between the men across her, but Enoch was quick to address his guest next, already rising from his seat and putting an ending to their time ahead of schedule (frankly, a blessing in the eyes of the business magnate).

"Miss Eirene, I do apologize - apparently the alarms are acting up at the residential district. It's probably nothing, but it is my sworn duty to check and ensure the citizens are safe against any Sinners," Enoch was babbling vital information to her - and he had no idea! He probably believed the blonde lady sitting across him to be a mere ambitious business owner, and likely a pawn he could steer towards his own goals... While, in truth, Eirene vastly outperformed him. That relationship existed only because the head of the Campbell family stood to profit from it; not the councilman and his inflated ego.

"I understand, councilman Enoch. The safety of the citizens must always come first. Good luck out there, we shall pick this up next time," the woman agreed pleasantly, and waited until the man was out of the room to open her own phone and call for her driver, immediately sending a few e-mails and messages out. They had a contact within District 14's monitoring team - surely they could provide more specific details about when and where the alarms had been triggered.

After all - Eirene's cover as a normal human had only lasted so long not only because her M-levels did not fluctuate (a gift of her incredibly rational mind), but also because there was a secondary plan in motion: bribing the relevant officers and making sure they had no idea about the true origin of the money they received.

Not a minute went by and the information was already on her phone screen - a complete address with coordinates and the timestamp of the event, but that gave Eirene pause. For precious seconds, the businesswoman stood motionless in the hallway, incapable of moving back or forward and just thinking about what that message entailed.

But isn't that the case with everything? Held at the right angle, anything can catch the light in a way that'll make it sparkle and shine. That's what makes Chelsea sparkle and shine. Her ability to see beauty in the dullest things. Where to chip a little off, where to chisel. How best to expose the facets of a thing--the beautiful and inevitably the ugly, too. It was only a matter of time.

Blood makes her hands slick, and she has to try once, twice, three times before she manages to seize the Count by his clothes, fabric bunched between her fingers, and roll him over onto his back. Even like this, it takes a little doing--he's bigger than her, and heavier. Little Chelsea; weak Chelsea. Can't do anything on her own, Chelsea. Chelsea's never been all that strong. Ha. Not that it'd mattered in the end.

note: actions are from the receiver’s pov. send ‘reverse’ to change perspective GENERAL: [ sit ] for your muse to quietly sit by mine [ lay ] for your muse to come rest their head in mine’s lap or against their shoulder [ need ] for your muse to come to mine for help  [ want ] for your muse to show up in mine’s room in the middle of the night [ shower ] for our muses to bathe together [ flower ] for our muses to grow something together [ peak ] for your muse to teasingly sneak up on mine and put their hands over mine’s eyes  [ hike ]  for my muse to take yours hand and lead them somewhere [ sleep ] for our muses to wake up in the same bed  [ caress ] for your muse to hug mine without explanation  [ kiss ] for my muse to kiss yours forehead [ assist ] for your muse to help mine with their appearance (braiding hair, fixing tie etc) [ first ] for our muses first kiss [ hurt ] for your muse to find mine injured [ heal ] for my muse to treat yours injury  [ scream ] for our muses to find something horrific  [ body ] for our muses to stumble on a crime scene [ martyr ] for my muse to die/almost die for yours [ sob ] for my muse to open up about a traumatic experience  [ share ] for our muses to share something for survival (food, water, body warmth, clothing etc) NSFW: 1. for your muse to give mine oral  2. for my muse to finger yours  3. for your muse to top mine  4. for your muse to pull mine’s hair  5. for your muse to tie mine up  6. for our muses to have drunk sex  7. for the morning after a one night stand 8. for my muse to wake yours up with sex 9. for my muse to spank yours 10. for your muse to tease mine/withhold orgasm 

❝ I suppose it is like that, yes. But I wouldn't suggest it, with your eye hidden and all. ❞ Taking Hecate's face in her hand, Chameleon bites back the urge to chuckle, her smile still there as she brushes her thumb over Hecate's covered eye. ❝ And a hidden meaning like... ❞ an innuendo, but Chameleon would have to be a fool to mention the word to Hecate and curse herself with the task of teaching the other what it meant.

So, hmm... What would be a good example?

She nearly flinches as Chameleon's thumb brushes over her covered eye. She's not sure what she thinks the older woman would do--push down? Dig her nails in? But Chameleon never hurts her, not on purpose. It's an unreasonable thought. A childish reaction. Hecate steels herself. Resolves to stay still. She can't see what Chameleon is doing with her hand, so she tracks the movement of Chameleon's face, instead. Watching as Chameleon seems to think. Seems to consider the best way to educate Hecate on something she probably ought already to know.

she is a little disappointed with the woman's answer but more amused than anything with how robotic she comes across. it elicits many questions, ones serpent is just dying to ask and get answers to. but they'd only just begun chatting and she'd like to take her time getting to know this sinner in particular. her ability was interesting, the shadow monster that followed her, like a sickness clung to her back, fascinates hers.

a high-pitched giggle escapes her and she raises her hand to cover her mouth, one sharp, black nail tapping against her bottom lip in thought. ❝ who cares about those names? i want to know your real name! what does the chief call you? doesn't it start with a 'h'...? ❞

But it seems to be amusing Serpent. She thinks. That's what giggling means, right? Amusement? She doesn't understand what could be so funny, though. She doesn't understand what could be so entertaining about a game like this, either. But far be her to question Serpent about it.

She watches, though, as Oliver takes a step back. As they hold their plushie out to her, as though trying to show it off to her. Open, as opposed to her closed. In a single step, they've earned her admiration.

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